Chapter 402

The black car appeared out of nowhere so suddenly that Calla's heart was racing like crazy.

When she saw that the black car was a Bentley, her legs went weak. Mercer's car was also a Bentley, identical to this one.

Although she couldn't see the license plate, she had a strong feeling that this was Mercer's car.

This area was nothing if not remote and desolate. Forget Bentleys, even regular cars were rarely seen here. He must have found her.

The next moment, the rear door opened, and a tall man in a long black coat stepped out. He was like a glacier amid a summer meadow, his coldness seeping into the air as he strode forward.

Seeing Mercer, Calla's mind went blank, and she could almost hear the sound of her racing heartbeats. His gaze was unusually complex, and he looked haggard with stubble on his jaw.

Calla had no time to think. She instinctively turned to run away. She was about to give birth and couldn't let herself fall into his hands. She didn't know exactly what he wanted,